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Last night I had several crazy dreams. One of my dreams an "ex" came over trying to be all cordial I can't remember what set me off but I told him off. Told him to take his paintings and to get out of my house so I would have him out of my life for good.

I also had a dream about a swim meet I was in but the weirdest part of my dreams last night was ending up at a nerd convention in a giant mall. There was a huge modern looking arcade with giant white framed screens everywhere. Other areas had costumes or toys you would never see anywhere else. In on of the passageways there were 5 to 7 guys carrying a huge box with a giant gandalf action figure. Everyone was crowding and trying to get a better look. I followed the men into an amazing toy store that had giant toys. They carried the gandalf to further inspect it behind this glass wall where I stood admiring the sculpting work to achieve such a piece. (While in my dream I knew the character was Gandalf it's not the Gandalf you picture from LOTR in a robe. He had long hair, a half of a wizard's beard, a warrior headband, and he was in great shape and naked like a greek/roman statue. The coloring was a dark grey marble looking stone color.) As the men were inspecting it they looked up and saw me on the other side of the glass like " what are you doing here?" and I replied how I was admiring the work. I woke up after that.

reads like a mostly fun dream. I've had a few I would've mentioned but didn't see a general dream thread anywhere.
do you or anyone else remember dreams from childhood?

a recent one:
I was in a museum like place, public. somewhat crowded. guy (Caucasian, tall) stepped out from a side room. asked me to come with him to look at some display cases; two on opposite sides of the room. the lighting was not very bright. most of it came from the bright lights in the cases. the room was generally creams, beiges and browns. after following him down the three or so steps to center of the room, I stepped up to a case on my left and starting talking about the potential I thought it had, my back to him. when he didn't answer I turned around to see what he was doing. why didn't he answer me? I noticed the door was shut at the top of the stairs. that's when I also noticed there was no other way out of the room. he was coming back down the steps. getting nervous, I turned from him to look back into the case. all this time my heartbeat rising. approaching footsteps on the concrete. then his very large hands on my shoulders.
woke up horrified and sick with anxiety.
trouble breathing. heart racing.
I hate that dream.

I had a reoccurring dream when I was a child that I was playing with a friend of mine. The room in which we played was perfectly square and completely bare. It was concrete from floor to ceiling; a smooth, polished looking concrete. I was holding this wooden airplane toy that belonged to my dream-friend, flying it around, and pretending to pilot the novelty. Without warning, or purpose, the wing broke. It snapped the fuck off. My dream made it happen, so that I could suffer the predestined consequences. My friend in the dream began to sob. I was telling him over and over again, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I was apologizing because I was able to tell, even with my limited child perception, when a dream was turning dark.

His big brother came marching through a concrete doorway, with a huge knife clutched in his hand. It was the kind of knife whose sole purpose was slaughter.
My dirty rat dream-friend told his brother, “He broke my plane.” Then he pointed me out, as if there were a hundred potential victims in the room, and he needed to specify whose butchering would please him the most.
You can see where this was going.
His older brother, ‘Protector of Little Brothers’ Planes’, eyed me with discontentment and said, “I’m going to kill you.”
He began swinging the knife with stiff, vertical stabbing motions, and a robotic gait. I closed my eyes and yelled, “No!”

I re-opened my eyes to see that I was now in a cylindrical room with no exits. The wall was lined entirely with clowns who were all laughing hysterically. I didn’t have a sense of whether or not they intended to hurt me, but I had the feeling that the clowns all represented my dream-friend’s Dad. During the several times that I had that dream, I was completely unaware of the coming events until I awoke and remembered that I've been tortured by the dream multiple times.

I can't remember any dreams from my childhood but I remember dreams that I had around jr. high. That's when I took notice of my dreams and the symbolism they had to what was going on in my life at the time. I write down a few of those super vivid dreams in a book sometimes.

I was walking along a street lined with tall brick homes... like brownstones but not connected. And between each house was a small alley that led out to the back where it faded away into a field. The field led to a ridge where three very steep and narrow hills connected into a t-shape, with the third hill going off into the distance. The sky was a combination of dark, foreboding storm clouds and a deep orange sky. At the top of the hills, where they all met, was an extremely small plateau.

And then we (I don't know who) rode out into an area in the distance, on the other side of the hill ridge, to a place that had been hit by hail. But it wasn't ordinary hail, there was something strange about it, and how all the stones were basically the same odd shape, like a gold-fish shape, and had this weird rainbow sheen under the surface.

And one of them was inside a camera. Like, pieces of a camera were attached to it as if they had grown from it, or as if the hail was wearing the camera as a disguise. Which I think it was. This was hail trying to infiltrate.

The other night i dreamt i was at a birthday party and i was high or something and Tyler the Creator was with me and we were pilfering cupcakes and urinating in and around sinks. He was pointing out which cupcakes were the good ones, i remember.

There was a school dream where I was re-doing the fifth grade as a growed-up with a bunch of fifth graders and even though I was the best and knew everything, it was so humiliating I dropped out.

Were people acting like it was weird? Because if not, that's my dream dream. I fantasize all the time about going back and retaking classes and knowing everything. 5th grade with this muscular brain? I'd destroy in the spelling bee. I'd get at LEAST 4th place.

There was a school dream where I was re-doing the fifth grade as a growed-up with a bunch of fifth graders and even though I was the best and knew everything, it was so humiliating I dropped out.

Were people acting like it was weird? Because if not, that's my dream dream. I fantasize all the time about going back and retaking classes and knowing everything. 5th grade with this muscular brain? I'd destroy in the spelling bee. I'd get at LEAST 4th place.

I don't know but sometimes my locker is over-stuffed with clothing and I can't take it all out at once, so I have take some and come back later for the rest...but I wake up before returning and try to fall back asleep so I can go get the rest, and then I wake up for real and feel like a waste.

I had another dream of sitting on top of a shelf. This time with skateboards and broken surfboards. I wonder what it means.

I also had a dream of sleeping in my bed naked and my mom kept trying to cover me up.

and lastly I had a dream that I was, not so much telling off, but putting my mom's brother in law in line. That part of my dream stemmed from a conversation between my mom and her mother in law about her son. He's 45, no job, 4 grown kids, no car, and lives with his mom who is scraping by on her retirement and savings. Anyway I chewed him out and told him he was being an ungrateful asshole, that he needs to suck it up and asked him if he doesn't do it for himself he should at least do it for his kids.

I had a weird dream that I was part of an Asian family, getting into car accidents, running away from them,stealing other cars and then it turned into some sort of class in a resort type building which ended up being sealed up to no escape until I teamed up with a few friends to see if we could find our way out.

For the past 3 nights I've been dreaming I was having sex with someone on Facebook, but I don't even know him. What the hell.

About a year ago I dreamed that I was having sex with a guy I used to go to high school with (but never talked to or was attracted to, he was just random background guy) on the hood of his car in the school parking lot.

No one was impressed or interested. I remember feeling relief that they weren't paying attention but also insecurity because I'd been compared to cotton candy and I'd been deemed less interested while naked.

Dreamed I had burgundy hair, which made my cheeks look like they were constantly blushing. That's all I remember, nothing even happened in it. It's the most favorite dream I've ever had.
I like this thread.

I totally forgot the entirety of my dream last night but it ended with me as Superman trying to save someone that was falling but then we got trapped in this tower thing that was filling up with water. I was trying to punch through the walls and in my head I thought I guess I can only use one power at a time, what the fuck!?

Part of the dream was set in a trailer park, a huge cathedral, and an amusement park.

I had a shitload of nightmares and realized I had more the night before too. Last night I dreamt that I was playing baseball with the guys on a hilly field. I decided to sit out and just watch them play and I was realizing how my friends are fun and never really grow up. We were enjoying the outdoors and inhabiting a park that people have forgotten about. It was a joyful moment. Then I decided it was time to head for bed. I lived in a huge house with my best friend's family and our other best friend, along with a couple of her cousins. My room was on the second floor and our windows were across from one anothers room. I was laying in bed with the window open, nice breeze blowing in, I noticed her husband was on the computer and something was bothering me as I was trying to fall asleep. I decided to pop up and ask her or him a question after that the dream was in a different perspective. I was in their room and her husband was talking to her, stood up and was being stern with his words and I just saw fear creep over her face even though the things he was saying wasn't mean or abusive but then he started moving her around the bed like he was going to make love to her. He picks her up off the bed and ends up sticking her up on a shelf and she is just stricken with fear. He walks out of the room and I'm following him around the house like a ghost as he goes into each room rigging stuff. In a few of the rooms he can see me and asks me to help him and I comply so that he doesn't hurt or kill me. We make our way down to the living room and I knew that her mom, dad and sis were sleeping in there to keep cool yet you couldn't see them because they were hidden under blankets so as he was making his way to the kitchen I kicked at the blankets trying to wake up Mom. I wake her and the rest of them up. Her sister wakes up and is all cheerful and clueless and goes and stands next to her brother in law on the stairs. I'm freaking out and then I realize why he was rigging all the rooms. "He set us up! He's framing each one of us!"

It was sooo weird.

Her husband is the sweetest guy in real life and the first guy that hasn't been a jerk to her so dreaming that really made me feel bad. I'm hoping it's just one of my many crazy dreams and not one of my dreams that has some truth to it. When I woke up from this dream (3am) there was a full moon shining right in my window. It was kind of eerie how huge and bright it was, and staring back at me through my mirror.

Part of my dream was that I had a very large amount of singles in my wallet. I can't seem to remember the rest of it. The essential detail would be to know if I was going into or coming out of a strip club when I pulled out that wallet.

Reminds me, my sister used to work in a bank. She told me a very attractive man used to come in every Monday afternoon with a large plastic bag full of crumpled singles.

I think that's hilarious and I would try to befriend him immediately because maybe he would know some good music or something. But she's a prude to the extreme and said she would avoid eye contact until telling him, "Have a great day, sir!" during which she would project as much disapproval in his lifestyle as possible. And empty a bottle of Purell onto her hands.

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